The Goddess

The goddess comes to those who wait. Laughable are those who actively seek her. Their hunt is always fruitless, for they miss her by the fraction of a moment. They never find her, but they eagerly herald her discards: a strip of cloth, some wasted incense, a wisp of perfume. Behold, a soulless triumph! Behold, a goddess's mirth!

The goddess comes to those who wait. Patience is an open door for her. Humility is the light that draws her near. And love prompts her entry. Bow your head, and let her take possession of your pride. You can feel her as she flows through you, as you swim within her essence.

Out of time, every molecule sings divinely.

And at that time, invulnerability

is yours.

And at that time, immortality

is yours.

And at that time, the power of creation

is yours.